And if we are lucky we’ll all each reach a point in our lives where most everyone we ever knew is dead and we’re there just… hanging on.
Sometimes I think about the perspective of my 80 year old neighbors. Every day could be their last. I suppose the world would be a better place if everyone of all ages realized how fragile and fleeting this life is.
Every day could be anyone reading this final day. If you didn’t read my comment you’re safe though.
My grandma is 101 now and it’s crazy the life she must be living. All her friends are dead. Her husband died 45yrs ago. Her siblings are all dead. She’s essentially outlived any peer she’s ever had, which is depressing to think about
What I’m trying to say is, depends on what you consider lucky